It’s cold and dark
Like emotional blackmail in here
Helping the less fortunate
Especially when it’s yourself
Can be impossible
The teachers discussed him
So now
The teachers disgust him
Similar sounds but
Different problems
Are any of us unloveable?
Maybe if the macaroni
Hadn’t gotten burned
Everything would taste better
Just like if wearing boxing gloves
Means we have to fight
Maybe the distance between us
Means we won’t have to
Fight at all
Or maybe we could fight
For them all
© GÄ
Love is there to uplift you
Empower you and console you
I cannot ever love you too much
Although some people do not have the
Capacity to love enough
Are you afraid to feel my love?
If we sit by the fire
Would we be in it?
If the table was long
Would we sit next to one another
Or at opposite ends?
I was listening to
An inner nocturnal wail
That reluctantly climbed up
From within my deepest insides
Questioning what love
Could be made of
If one could blurt it out
What love could be fought for
If one would fight no doubt
If were it not for the shame
That came of not sharpening
The blade keenly enough
To cut through the difference
For love is not war
But worth fighting for
© GÄ
Poétique 